wrong, Jeff?â
âIâm afraid we made a bad mistake.â
âHowâs that?â
âThereâs nothing but girls in this neighborhood.â He made it sound as though theyâd unexpectedly landed in enemy territory. âI rode my bike up and down the street and all I saw were girls. â He wrinkled his nose.
âDonât worry, youâll be meeting lots of boys in school on Monday.â
âYou arenât taking this seriously!â Jeff cried. âI donât think you understand what this means. There are seven houses on this block. Six of them have kids and only one has a boy, and thatâs me. Iâm surrounded by women!â
âHowâd you find all this out?â
âI asked, of course.â He sighed again. âWhat are you going to do about it, Mom?â
âMe?â Robin asked. âAre you suggesting we move back to the apartment?â
Jeff considered this for only a moment. âIâd think we should if it wasnât for two things. We canât have a dog there. And I found a fort.â
âA fort?â
âYes,â he said solemnly. âItâs hidden way back in Mr. Camdenâs yard and covered by a bunch of brush. Itâs real neat there. I donât think he knows about it, because the word on the street is he doesnât like kids. Someone mustâve built it and Iâm going to find out who. If thereâs a club going, I want in. Iâve got the rightâI live closer to Mr. Camden than anyone else does.â
âAgreed.â Robin munched on a slice of green pepper and handed one to Jeff. âSo you think itâd be all right if we stayed?â
âI guess so,â Jeff conceded, âat least until I find out more about the fort.â
Robin was about to say something else when the doorbell chimed.
Jeffâs blue eyes met hers. âI bet itâs one of those pesky girls,â he said in disgust.
âDo you want me to get rid of her?â
Jeff nodded emphatically.
Robin was smiling when she answered the front door. Jeff was right; it was a girl, one who seemed to be a couple of years younger than her son. She hadnât come alone, though. Standing with the youngster was an adult.
âHi,â the woman said cheerfully, flashing Robin a warm smile. âI know youâve hardly had a chance to get settled, but I wanted to introduce myself. Iâm Heather Lawrence and this is my daughter, Kelly. We live next door, and weâd like to welcome you to the neighborhood.â
Robin introduced herself as she opened the door and invited them in. Heather was cute and perky. Her hair was cut in a short bob that bounced when she spoke. Robin knew right away that she was going to like these neighbors. Heatherâs warm reception was a pleasant change from the way Cole Camden had greeted her.
âWould you like some coffee?â Robin asked.
âIf youâre sure Iâm not interrupting anything.â
âIâm sure.â Robin led her into the kitchen, where Jeff sat waiting. He cast her a look that suggested she should be shot for treason, then muttered something about forgetting that mothers were really girls in disguise. Then he headed out the front door.
Robin reached for two matching ceramic mugs and poured coffee for herself and her new friend. She offered Kelly a glass of juice, then slid into a chair across the table from the girl and her mother. âIâm sorry about Jeff.â Shefelt obliged to apologize. âHeâs at the age where he thinks girls are a plague to society.â
âDonât worry about it,â Heather said, smiling. âKelly isnât keen on boys herself.â
âTheyâre creeps. Iâd rather ride my bicycle than play with a boy,â the girl announced. âBut Mom wanted me to come over with her so she didnât look like a busybody. Right, Mom?â
Heather blushed and
R. K. Ryals, Melanie Bruce